Whatever water is,
Bellowing platitudes of cool comfort and deep freezing,
Is lost passing through my teeth.
Im sure no greater pleasure exists,
Than the somber caressing of liquid rolling across the tongue,
Seeping and sinking its fangs into my nerves,
Cooling, crushing, compelling my body
To shake and buckle at the knees.
Whatever water is,
Falling from the sky during omnipresent storms,
Is lost passing through my hair.
Im sure no lesser distress exists,
Than the fingers of rain and snow rushing to meet my scalp.
Darting to meet me, and cherishing the touch.
Cooling, crushing, compelling my body
To laugh and scream in the wind
Whatever water is,
Holding me down in its cold embrace,
Is lost 60 ft below the surface,
Im sure no questions more desperate exist
Than the ramblings of me, gasping into frigid-filled lungs, choked with water.
Cold, crushed, compelled
To beg to hit the bottom of the pool.
Whatever water is,
I crave it, relish it, and savor it
And its killing me
I am sinking, I am cooled, and my heart has stopped
60ft below the surface.
